A coffee and cigarette breakfast
An intoxicated lunch
I wake with a skull full of razor blades
And I fall asleep fucked up.
A complex-carb and cardio breakfast
A calorie-counting lunch
I carve a torso like a statue
A mating dance for lust
I'm scanning the crowd for faces
Forgetting all their names
And I'm looking forward to the tunnel vision
When colors fade to grey
The pen has gone empty, I'm left with a wordless page
Sever my tongue, I've nothing left to say
The mirror has gone empty, my face: but a picture to paint
And I bathe in these chains that I'm still not ready to break
Dragging through the daylight
While sweating through my sheets
I haven't been awake for months
But I'm never quite asleep
I'm scheduling the poisons
That help maintain my state
There's nothing left to salvage here
But I'm begging me to stay
The pen has gone empty, I'm left with a wordless page
Sever my tongue, I've nothing left to say
The mirror has gone empty, my face: but a picture to paint
And I bathe in these chains that I'm still not ready to break
Here comes a shout from Hell
One that I built myself
What a damn solid record! It's the perfect example of why I'm certain that Ska Punk is going to play on the highlight reel when I hit up the afterlife. Scott
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024